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… bring May flowers.  Being a fan of flowers (and the bees that hide in them) I like this rhyme.  In theory.  In reality, I hate it.  I hate rain.  Rainy days mean that I have to stay in all day, since the humans don’t like to get wet.  Without them, I can’t go outside.  Rain also ruins the view from my loft.  On sunny days there’s plenty of things to look at through every window in the house, like squirrels and birds, but rain seems to prevent these creatures from venturing out.  Granted, the birds will be back in droves when the rain stops, but until then BLAH!  Maybe I should have titled this blog “Rain Rain Go Away…” and left the second line off.  Don’t bother coming back! Read more

The month of February was very stormy in Boston, and we got a lot of snow.  By a lot I mean that it snowed for days, pretty much without stopping.  I’m not sure exactly how much a lot is because I don’t know how to count snow.

I do know how to count, and I’ve known how to for a long time.  I can count numbers as high as I need to- I just never learned how to count snow.  It’s gone now, anyway; there’s zero snow left. 

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I’m a lot older today than I was when my last blog was published.  As you may already know, my sisters, brother and I all turned 2 years old on February 12.  Here is a picture of some of my birthday gifts:

They’re called super-balls, but I’m not sure why.  What these animals do is bounce around on the floor for awhile, followed by a slow, meandering roll… While I truly appreciate and love my gift (and my human gift-givers), I’m not sure how I feel about the super-balls themselves.  They are fun to play with for the most part, and I admit that I enjoy chasing them around the kitchen and pawing at them to make them move faster.  Read more

Late Tuesday afternoon, I was lounging in my kitchen on my sideways couch.  I had already been outside for a run around, and was contemplating how I was going to spend my Tuesday evening.  Such thinking makes me sleepy, so I was sluggishly drifting off to sleep.

Without warning the back door opened.  The humans are often coming and going, so that sound didn’t startle me and I decided that I wasn’t going to look up.  I listened as I heard a human come into my kitchen and close the door behind them.  I counted the seconds, awaiting the inevitable scratch behind my ears.  (NO ONE walks by the sideways couch without petting me.  It’s like a rule.)  But no human touch came.  A few more seconds passed, and I decided to lift my head up and look around.

I didn’t like who I saw.  Or rather, what I saw.

The vacuum clearer is the most irritating appliance that I’ve ever come across.  It’s sneaky and has a total disregard for anyone and everyone around it.  The vacuum can sneak into your personal space almost without a sound, sitting quietly until it suddenly erupts with noise and rolls around the house screeching at the top of it’s lungs. The humans seem to tolerate this noise, but clearly they don’t trust the vacuum, since one of them always follows the vac around the house closely when it’s being loud.  Unfortunately the humans don’t do anything to stop the vacuum from making it’s rounds. Read more

2011.  I’ve been seeing this written everywhere recently- in newspapers, on the internet, on the television.  I know it’s a number, but how do you say it?  Two-thousand eleven?  Twenty eleven?  Two zero one one?  I like to know these things. Read more